My bangles left.My best friends, tears,...went on forever.My self-controlwouldn't sit still for a minute.My mind made itself upto go on ahead.When my manmade up his mind to go,everything else went,just like him.Life,if you must go, too,then don't forsakeyour entourage of friends.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

Having found a large dead cat so heavy that he could not move it after several efforts, "Come," said he, (throwing down the pole,)... "you shall take it now;" which I accordingly did, and being a fresh man, soon made the cat tumble over the cascade. This may be laughed at as too trifling to record; but it is a small characteristick trait in the Flemish picture which I give of my friend, and in which, therefore I mark the most minute particulars.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt... you, But make allowance for their doubting you; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:... If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with Kings--nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

Now wait a minute. You listen to me. I'm an advertising man, not a red herring. I've got a job, a secretary, a mother, two ex- wiv...es, and several bartenders dependent on me. And I don't intend to disappoint them all by getting myself slightly killed.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

To sum up:1. The cosmos is a gigantic fly-wheel making 10,000 revolutions a minute....2. Man is a sick fly taking a dizzy ride on it.3. Religion is the theory that the wheel was designed and set spinning to give him the ride.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

Brown: Gentlemen, I am the bearer of joyful tidings. We leave this charming paradise tomorrow.Quincannon: Paradise! It's the... devil's own backyard.Sanders: Don't jest Quincannon. You know what this place really is.Quincannon: I do. And I can tell you in fifty words and every one of them forbidden.Sanders: If you'd read your Bible instead of hanging around canteens and native quarters all your life, you'd know that Mesopotamia, this, this very spot you're standing on this very minute is the, the actual Garden of Eden.Quincannon: The Garden of Eden, the Garden of Eden, how are ya. I tell ya, it'd take no angel with a flamin' sword to drive me out.Sanders: That's blasphemy Quincannon.Quincannon: Blasphemy. Are you aware you're talking to a man who was for ten years an altar boy.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

I see that every man that went in had his pockets bulging, or something muffled up under his coat--and I see it warn't no perfumer...y either, not by a long sight. I smelt sickly eggs by the barrel, and rotten cabbages, and such things; and if I know the signs of a dead cat being around, and I bet I do, there was sixty-four of them went in. I shoved in there for a minute, but it was too various for me, I couldn't stand it.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »